Our Maine Street's Aroostook Issue 27 : Winter 2016 | Page 15

skijoring event. Skjor is a Norwegian word meaning ski driving. Last year’s Can Am Crown Sled Dog Race in Fort Kent included a skijoring event where a crosscountry skier was connected to one or more sled dogs and ran the course on skis. But, donning skis and being harnessed to a horse and rider and then being hauled down the hill at the beginning of Ft. Fairfield’s Main Street does not sound like a good time to me. While it was probably fun to watch, I would not want to be a competitor. Apparently the winner of the race was determined by whoever was left standing at the bottom of the hill. Imagine the insurance liability for such an event if it were held today. The carnival was not all athletic events, however. Every merchant in town, from department and grocery stores, car dealers, boarding homes and restaurants, was involved in some way. The local car dealers held an automobile show each day where they showed off their cars and sold raffle tickets. The prize? A brand new Chevrolet. Peter Christensen was the winner of the car in 1937. Stores held dollar day sales and supplied prizes for winners. The boarding houses and restaurants were filled to capacity each day of the carnival. One restaurant reported serving over 1000 meals in a single day. There was even a model home on display on Fisher Street. Everyone who visited the model home was eligible for a door prize, as was advertised, “some lucky housewife will win a Westinghouse mixer.” The highlight of the carnival was the Snow Ball where Maine’s Governor Lewis Barrows crowned the 1937 Snow Queen, Miss Sylvia Russell. Following the coronation, attendees of the ball danced the night away to the music of Starr Marshall and his NBC Band from the Palorama Club in New York City. As with many events in Aroostook County, winter carnivals of this scale faded away. While we still have athletic events, carnivals, and snow sculpting contests in the winter, there is nothing as grand as the winter carnivals of the thirties. In fact, 1937 was the last year of carnivals of this scale. When roads were more frequently plowed and traveling became easier, people no longer needed the distractions of a winter carnival to survive the harsh county winter and the festivities eventually faded away. It is truly sad that we no longer come together to celebrate and mingle as our ancestors did. Although the County still has festivals, especially in the summer, the focus of these festivals is more on making money than on celebrating our heritage and enjoying time with our neighbors. For something like the winter carnival of 1937, I might even make that nasty trek through the snow from my house to the garage. WINTER 2016 13